| Time — He’s waiting in the wings
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| He speaks of senseless things
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| His script is you and me boys
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| Time — He flexes like a whore
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| Falls wanking to the floor
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| His trick is you and me, boy
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| Time — In Quaaludes and red wine
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| Demanding Billy Dolls
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| And other friends of mine
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| Take your time
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| The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain
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| Incestuous and vain, and many other last names
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| I look at my watch it say 9:25 and I think «Oh God I’m still alive»
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| We should be on by now
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| We should be on by now
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| You — are not a victim
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| You — just scream with boredom
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| You — are not evicting time
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| Chimes — Goddamn, you’re looking old
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| You’ll freeze and catch a cold
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| 'Cause you’ve left your coat behind
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| Take your time
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| Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful
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| I had so many dreams, I had so many breakthroughs
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| But you, my love, were kind, but love has left you dreamless
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| The door to dreams was closed. |
| Your park was real dreamless
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| Perhaps you’re smiling now, smiling through this darkness
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| But all I had to give was the guilt for dreaming
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| We should be on by now
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| We should be on by now
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| We should be on by now
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| We should be on by now
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| We should be on by now
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| Yeah, time! |